Th3King0fChaos

Misfit Mansion [18+] [co-gm needed!]

I am always down to do anything.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Argen looks out into the dark as his eyes slowly shift between each person to see if he can find his companion. 'He would have been here by now. His rituals shouldn't take this long...unless'. Argen shakes off that notion as he continues to look out in hopes to find Siwon. Hoping he doesn't do that kind of ritual.

As he watches groups pass, he spots a lone person head towards the bounty board. 'Either his team sent him to grab it by himself or he has no party. He doesn't seem to have an imposing silhouette, and no evidence of a weapon they might be a theif, preist, or Mage'. For Argen if they don't have a party any one of those might be useful.

In all honesty he is hoping they are a cleric as they would be able to get through the cold ass forest without contracting any deadly illness, but a thief might be alright. Maybe.

Argen begins to look off back and starts to try and find...'There he is'. As Argentum spots Siwon heading towards the bounty board, he begins to shake off the snow.

He finds his legs slightly stiff just standing there as he stretches slightly for a moment and then starts to head towards the bounty board where he finds his Comrade...talking to himself? With the light in near the other person he can see they are a mage as they have the colors of the guild. 'Hu still can be very useful as fire spells will be nice to keep warm'. As Argen fully makes it over he calls out to Siwon, "Siwon, hello" as he begins to look at the bounty board.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Argentum slowly looks around as he watches people begin to arrive, move around, and leave as he stands waiting for his less than savory comrade. As this thought comes to mind he sighs as if some weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He looks over into the darkness and watches the people walking around and talking about their quests, plans for the day, and gossip here and there. He can't hear anything of importance, but some people might be talking about the recent near TPK that befell Siwon and himself.

As he begins to adjust himself he shifts the snow from his boots and stands in the cold looking for anyone who is looking for two front-liners, or looking to start a party. So far in the dark it is too hard to pick out anyone who would be looking for such a thing. He would need to go face to face and actually ask them, and most likely need to begin to explain the situation they are in. He dreads this as it seems strange that the front-liners lived and the others didn't, and Argen doesn't want to deal with this but he needs to so he can pay of his debt. At least it is light enough to see the figure of people, as they each have a certain outstanding feature that can be seen in this dark. The same goes for his comrade as he has a hairstyle that almost no one would miss, so he can be assured he wouldn't miss his arrival. Argen now waits for Siwon to arrive so they can begin their search and hopefully before the sun rises so they can have the day to interact and get their team composition down.

The Calling ~ Persona 5-esc RP

I played Persona 5 for a total of 25 seconds, that means I'm qualified for this right? (Just kidding I beat the game).

I am very interested.

I love the idea of just antics inside the real world and metaverse.
@LetMeDoStuff

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Beware, large image.

Argentum

Moniker: Argentum or Argen (silver)

Gender: Male.

Age: 18

Countenance: Argen stands at 6 ft, weighs 195 pounds, a tan complexion, deep black curly hair being cut to about an inch long, bright silver eyes, a medium build, and a thin bit of facial hair beginning to grow. He is rugged from the wear and tear from not only training, but from battles won and lost.

Façade: Argen is always keeping people at a distance as he knows people die when they are around him, and will feel even lonelier as if he tried to make 'friends' he'll just lose them again. So he keeps things to a professional level and normally stay at that level. He is not a kill joy though as he knows good times are always needed to keep the spirits up or there is nothing to tell the difference between a good hug or a shitty strangling. He tries to stay stoic as if he needs to make it seem as if the world will not phase him. However he doesn't do it for those around him, he does it for himself. Most people just see it as apathy or a form of his PTSD which follows him into every hunt.

Stats and Stuff

Class: Phalanx

Abilities:
Unnatural Immunity [Novice] - Slight resistance to infection and disease.
Focus Up - Utilize special breathing techniques to bolster stamina and mental faculties temporarily
Core Up - Flex all the muscles in your body and lock your joints, improving stability and ability to absorb impacts
Spike Down- Switch weapon grip to overhand, before rearing arm back and swinging down in a powerful, penetrating arc

Vibrance: D
Gestalt: D+
Conformity: C-
Physique: A-
Composure: B-

Equipment:
Black metal helmet- This black helm looks strange for such new adventurers, as it seemed to be made of some black metal and decently crafted yet dented and scratched, and slightly uncomfortable to Argen's head.

Helm

Bracers- A simple pair of black leather bracers. Some simple protection to the forearms made with supple leather for comfort of use. Not too well off, as it seems to be held together with stiches and patches here and there.

Bracers

Chain body armor- A set of chain armor that covers the torso the arms down to the elbows, and the side of his thighs. Kept well enough to function and clean enough to be cleared of blood.

Spear- A simple spear with a sharp point that is only really good for piercing. The shaft has meet it's fair share of hits, but was left only nicked and scratched.

Targe- A black leather covered round shield with center metal spike and covered in bear claw marks.

Shield

Debt: 21 silver

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Is there anymore room for a city slicker like me?

Misfit Mansion [18+] [co-gm needed!]

Character Sheet

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Issie Anduril

Picture

Name: Issie Anduril

Age: 21, August 21 2046.

Personality: He is very chill and relax by nature, but is a ball of pure energy when worked up and can become near bull headed when he is excited. He can be seen as a slight idiot as he is can goofball and will say things that sometimes sound dumb to get a laugh out of people, but is actually quite intelligent even though he does sometimes forget to think. But if upset or angered he can still be very respectful, but will seem slightly colder.

Family:
Mother- Andrea Anduril, 45 years old, a stay at home wife who showered her family in affection and was in distraught when her son left. (Hates the drug as it took away her only son)

Father- Fredrick Anduril, 46 years old, an average business man who loves his family. Yet when his son did something so dangerous, he couldn't keep his son there and risk the lives of his family. (Slightly drunk on
Slirl all the time as it dulls the pain of his life)

Mother and father

Sister- Shelly Anduril, 18 years old, an average school girl, who had decent grades and was going on to study forensics, she was confused then sad that Issie left. (Likes the drug as it makes her feel good)

Shelly

Sister- Serena Anduril, 25 years old, a strange chemist who has an unnatural hunger for knowledge, and is now diving into different work to solve this strange mutation to maybe figure out a way to save her brother and bring him back to her. (Itrigued by the drug and its effects)

Serena

Power: Issie gained a strange control over wind and air. He can do very delicate things such as flip a single page or rustle an object, up to changing the direction of the wind or even create a wind blast that can throw a man up to ten feet away and splinter anything within a foot of him. As Issie uses his powers his chest starts to hurt, and if used too much can knock him out. He has became more capable with his abilities as he uses them as he begins to gain a tolerance to the pain, and his body becomes used to it.

Thoughts on the drug: Issie was introduced to the drug by his father when he turned 18. He despises the drug as it was the thing that destroyed his life and sent him to this mansion.

Thoughts on changes: He finds the power helpful and fun as it helps him dust quickly, clean in a faster method, and allows him to get to strange spots for his reading and exploration.

Time at the Mansion: He has been there since the beginning.

Likes: Reading, messing with mechanical objects/tinkering, exploring/adventuring, music (mostly sythwave), chess (He's ok at chess), and boxing (He loves the sport as he believes it can create a strong spirit and a healthy body).

Dislikes: Being locked up (the mansion is slightly bearable), fighting (verbal or physical and specifically if it is with bad intensions), silence, pop/rap music, being disrespected, being told how he should act.

Awakening of power

When I took a sip of that stuff, I felt good for a moment but then I started feeling a tension in my chest. It began becoming hard to breath as it felt like tension was building in my muscles as my lungs began to burn. It felt as if I was being suffocated and it began to feel as it my heart was even being squeezed until I felt it all just burst and I could breath again. But I felt all the tension leave my body and into the room around me. When I looked back up I found the room destroyed as my father was send into the wall, the chair I was on was all but splinters, and the windows in the room were blasted out.

When my father left to see if everyone was alright I found myself in shock as I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I just laid back as I was too tired to move. After around an hour my father came in to check on me and started to try and comfort me as he knew this was gonna be tough. He told me that there will be some men who will come and take me some place safe. I knew what that meant and almost on cue he left as that tension started to build again as I took my phone as fast as I could and started to record myself I found that the air rippled around me and even slowly entered me. As almost in fear I launched a blast of air straight into my phone destroying it.

I finally start to realize that I can now am the one who destroyed everything. I froze up as I start to think what that means, as I stand up and start panicking I find 2 men walking in and talking to me. I comply with their wishes to take me to a mansion for people like me, as I know if I don't it will be more trouble for myself and my family. I leave with a few items and not much else

Misfit Mansion [18+] [co-gm needed!]

Character Sheet

Be careful, the images are large when you open them.

Issie Anduril

Picture

Name: Issie Anduril

Age: 21, August 21 2046.

Personality: He is very chill and relax by nature, but is a ball of pure energy when worked up and can become near bull headed when he is excited. He can be seen as a slight idiot as he is can goofball and will say things that sometimes sound dumb to get a laugh out of people, but is actually quite intelligent even though he does sometimes forget to think. But if upset or angered he can still be very respectful, but will seem slightly colder.

Family:
Mother- Andrea Anduril, 45 years old, a stay at home wife who showered her family in affection and was in distraught when her son left. (Hates the drug as it took away her only son)

Father- Fredrick Anduril, 46 years old, an average business man who loves his family. Yet when his son did something so dangerous, he couldn't keep his son there and risk the lives of his family. (Slightly drunk on
Slirl all the time as it dulls the pain of his life)

Mother and father

Sister- Shelly Anduril, 18 years old, an average school girl, who had decent grades and was going on to study forensics, she was confused then sad that Issie left. (Likes the drug as it makes he feel good)

Shelly

Sister- Serena Anduril, 25 years old, a strange chemist who has an unnatural hunger for knowledge, and is now diving into different work to solve this strange mutation to maybe figure out a way to save her brother and bring him back to her. (Itrigued by the drug and its effects)

Serena

Power: Issie gained a strange control over wind and air. He can do very delicate things such as flip a single page or rustle an object, up to changing the direction of the wind or even create a wind blast that can throw a man up to ten feet away and splinter anything within a foot of him. As Issie uses his powers his chest starts to hurt, and if used too much can knock him out. He has became more capable with his abilities as he uses them as he begins to gain a tolerance to the pain, and his body becomes used to it.

Thoughts on the drug: Issie was introduced to the drug by his father when he turned 18. He despises the drug as it was the thing that destroyed his life and sent him to this mansion.

Thoughts on changes: He finds the power helpful and fun as it helps him dust quickly, clean in a faster method, and allows him to get to strange spots for his reading and exploration.

Time at the Mansion: He has been there since the beginning.

Likes: Reading, messing with mechanical objects/tinkering, exploring/adventuring, music (mostly sythwave), chess (He's ok at chess), and boxing (He loves the sport as he believes it can create a strong spirit and a healthy body).

Dislikes: Being locked up (the mansion is slightly bearable), fighting (verbal or physical and specifically if it is with bad intensions), silence, pop/rap music, being disrespected, being told how he should act.

Awakening of power

When I took a sip of that stuff, I felt good for a moment but then I started feeling a tension in my chest. It began becoming hard to breath as it felt like tension was building in my muscles as my lungs began to burn. It felt as if I was being suffocated and it began to feel as it my heart was even being squeezed until I felt it all just burst and I could breath again. But I felt all the tension leave my body and into the room around me. When I looked back up I found the room destroyed as my father was send into the wall, the chair I was on was all but splinters, and the windows in the room were blasted out.

When my father left to see if everyone was alright I found myself in shock as I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I just laid back as I was too tired to move. After around an hour my father came in to check on me and started to try and comfort me as he knew this was gonna be tough. He told me that there will be some men who will come and take me some place safe. I knew what that meant and almost on cue he left as that tension started to build again as I took my phone as fast as I could and started to record myself I found that the air rippled around me and even slowly entered me. As almost in fear I launched a blast of air straight into my phone destroying it.

I finally start to realize that I can now am the one who destroyed everything. I froze up as I start to think what that means, as I stand up and start panicking I find 2 men walking in and talking to me. I comply with their wishes to take me to a mansion for people like me, as I know if I don't it will be more trouble for myself and my family. I leave with a few items and not much else

Misfit Mansion [18+: dark supernatural]

I am very interested in this.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Oscar is my new favorite character. Just because of the picture of the lad with a hat.